joi, august 27, 2009

Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow. (Dorothy Thompson)

Be brave in every second of your life and your living will be fantastic.

Situated 18km away from Gura Humorului, the Cacica salt mine represents an important tourist attraction of Bucovina region. Begun by the order of Empress Maria Theresa, the salt mine were manually dug out and opened in 1791. There are 8200 galleries that were all manually dug out, reinforced with wood and in a perfect condition today.In the first room, 25 meters deep, was built a chapel. Its called the Church St. Barbara (Varvara), and was a praying site for all the miners who worked there, and even today service is held. To reach the chapel, you have to go down a ladder with almost 200 steps.Further below, more steps and another gallery (35 meters deep) that leads to a small salty lake (38 meters deep), manually dig by miners, where some time ago, people were putting their rafts to use.Next comes the Ball room, or festivities room (44 meters deep), today tennis and volley course.

You are the sun, I am a candle.My words are mere shadows compared to your beauty. I bow low to your beauty, for how can a candle be compared to the sun. Today I dance in joy. Thank you, sweet Muse, with love and light, I hope to return what you have given me.

marți, august 18, 2009

A U T U M NFor nicobmb, whose beautiful videos inspired me to write this poem.Everything fades, Midnight autumn, stardust, moonlight, midnight autumn. We journey through midnight autumn, everything fades, in this dance, this journey, everything must fade in this autumn journey.A rose booms, flowers, then fades, all things must journey to their completion.Midnight starlight autumn dawn,All things must fade; each sunrise is birth, each sunset a death.Midnight moonlight autumn journey.All things must fade, and so we must too. Midnight autumn, stardust, moonlight,midnight autumnWe journey through midnight autumn, in this dance, this journey;so must we too. Tell midnight, stardust, fading moon, midnight autumn, Does the heart deceive us? Through secrets of the rain, the storm inside us all. Tell me midnight, stardust fading moon, does﻿ the heart deceive us? Starlight midnight moon light do﻿ nightmares tear the heart? Starlight midnight fading moon, Full moon. All things pass away. We step out this journey, clothed by this bone bag seeking our home, seeking midnight starlight. The world is wolf, time eats us. Midnight moonlight autumn spring. Inside this bone bag made from the dust, the dust of eons, long dead﻿ stars. We are stardust, we seek our home, the stars.Inside us all is a hidden lantern, a blazing sun. We look towards traitorous objects searching for what we know but do not know,Darkness haunts us, shadows stark us; in our dreams we fly. The world deceives us, so does the sun, but, do our dreams? Do our dreams desert us in the night? do they? The body deceives us and so does time, but, Dona, do the﻿ winds laugh at us? Do our dreams deceive us in the night? Dona, due, through, endings, die. Oh Dona do our dreams desert us in the daylight?Does the heart lie, as it leads us to our end? Or does our heart show us the way, the way home. Each sunrise is﻿ a birth, each sunset a death each storm followed, flowered, towered by a rainbow.Midnight stardust fading moon midnight autumn evening dawn. Midnight starlight evening dawn; midnight starlight evening dawn.John Najjar (18/08/2009)

Eros to PsycheWith love to Shantiliu; your beautiful video Eros and Psyche inspired me to write this poem.Psyche my other self I stumbled pricked by my own arrow. Psyche your beauty exceeds the stars such beauty stunned me, and I fell. Psyche. Psyche with dawn I must leave you Seek me not or my face look upon. Psyche, you held the lamp high. You betrayed me. In shocked delight at﻿ the sight you fell and pricked your self. Psyche you betrayed me, as all lovers must do. I must leave you, Psyche. Psyche your audacious beauty made Aphrodite jealous. I was sent to bring punishment upon you. I stumbled and fell, pricked by my own arrow. Psyche you listened to them, Now a darkness separates us, I love you; The lamp you held high, so you in frightening solitude must﻿ go, Psyche. You have betrayed me, as all lovers must do. Look to the ants, the bees , the water-reeds and find yourself, me, in darkness, Psyche. Mistrust and suspicion come between us. I gave you myself,﻿ only my face I asked you not to see, Psyche. I did not ask for much. You have betrayed me as all lovers must do. Now my nostalgic heart must depart from you. Look for yourself, me, in the darkness, Psyche. I must leave you. In the darkness, look and bring back one pot of Persephone's beauty cream. look for your self, for me, In the darkness, Psyche. Is not love a darkness, that takes the self from the self. you have betrayed me as all lovers must do. Look for yourself, me, in the darkness that is love. Look for yourself, me, and you shall see me in truth and love, Psyche. When all hope has gone, look for yourself, me, in the darkness and find me. When you have given up on love, life, look into the void, and find yourself, me, Psyche. Love betrays us all, or do﻿ we betray love? your beauty is the sun to me. But you betrayed me, as all loves do, now you must seek yourself, me, in darkness, Psyche You betrayed me as lovers﻿ always do. Is love not a darkness, Psyche? We surrender to love and lose ourselves to each other. such darkness is binding, blinding. We open our eyes to find self and it is gone. I must leave you, Psyche.

Living thoughts

Become silent.In your silence, all questions will disappear. And the dance will begin, whatever the figure! Because as far as your inner being is concerned, it has no figure; it is just a luminous flame which can dance. It has been eternally there, repressed by you. You are the greatest enemy of yourself. My effort is to turn you into the greatest friend of yourself. (OSHO)Non-Mentalul e Realizare.Non-Mentalul e Iluminare.Non-Mentalul e Eliberare.(OSHO)